优美的英语情诗带翻译

优美的英语情诗带翻译诗歌是语言的精髓,是最古老、最具文学特质的文学形式。

英语诗歌以其特有的格律与韵律向世人突显了其独特的音乐美。

我精心收集了，供大家欣赏学习!篇1磨坊主的女儿It is the miller’s daughter,那是磨坊主的女儿，And she is grown so dear, so dear,她长得那么那么的美，That I would be the jewel以至于我愿是那珠宝That trembles at her ear:摇曳在她的耳旁For hid in ringlets day and night,日日夜夜地藏在她的发间I’d touch her neck so warm and white.缠绵于她那如此温暖白皙的香颈And I would be the girdle我愿是那裙带About her dainty dainty waist,缠绕在她那纤腰上And her heart would beat against me我可以让她的心跳离我如此之近In sorrow and in rest:无论在悲伤还是平静的时候And I should know if it beat right,当我想要迫切地知道她的心跳如何I’d clasp it round so close and tight.我就可以与她紧紧相拥。

And I would be the necklace,我愿是那项链And all long to fall and rise整日上下跳跃Upon her balmy bosom,在她芳香的胸前With her laughter or her sighs,伴随着她的笑容和叹息And I would lie so light, so light,就让我如此轻地躺下I scarce should be unclasp’d at night冀求她在夜里也别把我摘下篇2夜莺颂My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 我的心痛，困顿和麻木My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩，Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains 又似刚把鸦片吞服，One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,并不是在嫉妒你的幸运，But being too happy in thine happiness,-- 是为着你的幸运而大感快乐，That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees 你，林间轻翅的精灵，In some melodious plot在山毛榉绿影下的情结中，Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,你躲进山毛榉的葱绿和荫影，Singest of summer in full-throated ease.放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been 哎，一口酒!那冷藏Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,在地下多年的甘醇，Tasting of Flora and the country green,味如花神、绿土、Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐!O for a beaker full of the warm South,哎，满满一杯南方的温暖，Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,充满了鲜红的灵感之泉，With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫，And purple-stained mouth和唇边退去的紫色;That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,我要一饮以不见尘世，And with thee fade away into the forest dim与你循入森林幽暗的深处Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记What thou among the leaves hast never known,林中的你从不知道的，The weariness, the fever, and the fret疲惫、热病和急躁Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟;Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发，Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡;Where but to think is to be full of sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs,铅色的眼睛绝望着;Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,美人守不住明眸，Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.新的恋情过不完明天。

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,去吧!去吧!我要飞向你，Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,不用酒神的车辗和他的随从，But on the viewless wings of Poesy,乘着诗歌无形的翅膀，Though the dull brain perplexes and retards 尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你，Already with thee! tender is the night,夜色温柔，而月后And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,正登上她的宝座，Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;周围是她所有的星星仙子，But here there is no light,但这处那处都没有光，Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 一些天光被微风吹入幽绿，Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.和青苔的曲径。

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁，Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,何种软香悬于高枝，But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜Wherewith the seasonable month endows以其时令的赠与The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;青草地、灌木丛、野果树White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;白山楂和田园玫瑰;Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰;And mid-May's eldest child,还有五与中旬的首出，The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time我倾听黑夜，多少次I have been half in love with easeful Death,我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡，Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名，To take into the air my quiet breath;编织成歌，我无声的呼吸;Now more than ever seems it rich to die,现在她更加华丽的死去，To cease upon the midnight with no pain,在午夜不带悲伤的飞升，While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad当你正向外倾泻灵魂In such an ecstasy!这般的迷狂!Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--你仍唱着，而我听不见，To thy high requiem become a sod.你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土。

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!永生的鸟啊!你不为了死亡出生!No hungry generations tread thee down;饥饿的时代无法把你蹂躏;The voice I hear this passing night was heard这逝去的夜晚里我所听见的In ancient days by emperor and clown:在那远古的日子也曾为帝王和小丑听见;Perhaps the self-same song that found a path可能相同的歌在鲁思那颗忧愁的心中Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,找到了一条路径，当她思念故乡，She stood in tears amid the alien corn;站在异邦的谷田中落泪;The same that oft-times hath这声音常常Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 在遗失的仙城中震动了窗扉Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.望向泡沫浪花Forlorn! the very word is like a bell遗失!这个字如同一声钟响To toll me back from thee to my sole self!把我从你处带会我单独自我!Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well别了!幻想无法继续欺骗As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.当她不再能够，Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades别了! 别了!你哀伤的圣歌Past the near meadows, over the still stream,退入了后面的草地，流过溪水，Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep涌上山坡;而此时，它正深深In the next valley-glades:埋在下一个山谷的阴影中：Was it a vision, or a waking dream?是幻觉，还是梦寐?Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?那歌声去了：我醒了?我睡着?篇3当你老了When you are old and gray and full of sleep,当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉，And nodding by the fire, take down this book,倦坐在炉旁，取下这本书来，And slowly read, and dream of the soft look慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。